Sculpt Me
Marble bones;
chisel my spine.
Clay skin;
mold my waist,
shape my face.
Malleable metal lips:
press and electrify.
Sculptor
Outline survey:
Rounded and hinged,
perfectly cusped,
polished and pinned.
Your bones in my heart
that sumptuous skin,
scintillate the hammer,
stupefy the nail.
There is
nothing to mold,
nothing to make,
nothing to ask,
nothing to fix.